Hot Hot aliens.

It’s got hot, my lovely window seat at work has the midday sun shining directly through the single paned shoreditch glass. Heat kills computers, and tech workers. Boo.

Laurie (Last.fm sysop wonderman) rigged up the portable aircon unit, balanced on a box with the exhaust poking out of the window, which he subsequently overclocked with a standing fan poking in the inlet. A bit like a supercharger really.

18C of PURE MAYHEM
18C of PURE MAYHEM

Over on my side of the office I didn’t have the luxury of a box blasting cool sweet air at the back of my head, so I’ve gone for a different approach, I don’t expect much of the sun will be getting into the room on my side, nor any brain modulating space rays from aliens!

Yes, it's really tinfoil.
Yes, it's really tinfoil.

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